terrifyingly teutonic rhythms,
martially meted, systematically
arranged & measured; a perfectly
common whited sepulcher
to lay therein a bittersweet
body of sound, an inert melody.
must jesus bear the cross alone
& all the world go free?
a lyrical shroud drapes that corpse,
woven from words of devotion.
what necromancer's voice might
raise from the dead this song?
what save an african voice
can set it free?
no there's a cross for every one
& there's a cross for me!
© Joseph McNair; 2009